The Tip of the Horn
I am telling you boy
Don’t go that way
She said over and over
But the path pulled me up
Towards the top of the peak
It was icy and cold
No one could sleep
But I couldn’t heed one word
That was said
For it was all or nothing for me
And by God that’s the way it would be
So we climbed through the night
Though the Sherpa’s sighed
I was destined to peak
Before sunrise
At three AM we could see the summit
It was 1000 meters to go, but we met a Yeti
Sitting upon on a rock
Smoking a cigar
He said you’ll never make it that far
I pulled off my mask
And asked how did he know?
He grinned and let out a howl
It shook my bones to my very soul
And he said you should listen to your
Heart not your soul
I turned my head and realized at last
That she was right
Why had it taken a Yeti to know
When a goat was right
That I was going to fail
Come short of a fight.
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